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Ginger trailed behind, enjoying the spectacle herself. She clearly liked her sister’s future husband, which made me like her even more. She wasn’t jealous or insecure. She was happy for her sister, and it showed.
    “Mom said that Uncle Calvin walked Aunt Tillie home from school ten times before she agreed to go out with him,” I said. “I wonder which time this is.”
    “I’m guessing it’s the important time,” Landon said, casting me a sidelong look. “Do you want me to carry your newspapers home and prove I’m romantic?”
    “I think putting up with my family already proves you’re romantic.”
    “Yes, but I want to be the winner in the Winchester romance game,” Landon said. “I’m starting to wonder if this guy has me beat.”
    “Not in my heart.”
    “Well, I guess that’s as good as it’s going to get,” Landon said, brushing a kiss against my temple. “They do look kind of cute. He’s as tall as a tree and she’s as short as the bush next to it. I wonder how they … you know.”
    “Why is your mind so dirty today?” I challenged. “You’re ruining a romantic moment.”
    “Don’t tell me you weren’t thinking it, too,” Landon argued. “There has to be some logistical thing we’re missing here. He could crush her.”
    “He’s thin, though,” I argued.
    “Ha! See, you have been thinking about it,” Landon said. “I knew it. You can’t look at them and not wonder.”
    “I’m starting to see what Aunt Tillie means when she calls you a pervert.”
    “I will gladly take that title, too,” Landon said, narrowing his eyes as he watched another girl hurry out of the school. “Uh-oh. I think that’s Willa. Am I right?”
    I squinted so I could see over the distance and frowned as she drew closer to her sisters. “Yeah. That’s her.”
    “Tillie,” Willa called out. “You’re supposed to wait for me before walking home. You know that.”
    “Why do you think we’re still here?” Tillie shot back. I couldn’t see her face well enough to discern the eye roll, but I knew it was there. “We’re not waiting in this spot for our health.”
    “You’re supposed to wait in the school,” Willa pointed out.
    “We were just outside,” Ginger said, obviously trying to play peacekeeper between her tempestuous sisters. “We didn’t leave you. It’s a beautiful day. We didn’t want to waste it.”
    Willa ignored the apology. “Hello, Calvin,” she cooed, the voices becoming easier to hear as the foursome trudged in our direction. They seemingly didn’t see us, or if they did, they didn’t care about our presence. “You look handsome today.”
    I made a face, anger on behalf of Aunt Tillie taking over. “Do you see that? She’s flirting with Aunt Tillie’s man.”
    Landon snorted. “I think Tillie can take care of herself,” he said. “Plus, look at Calvin. He only has eyes for Tillie. It’s as if no one else exists.”
    Calvin was definitely fixated on Tillie, though he didn’t ignore everyone else – even though he refused to drag his eyes away from his future wife. “Hello, Willa. How are you today?”
    “I’m great,” Willa bubbled, moving to Calvin’s side. “I’m going to run for Homecoming queen. I’m going to make my own dress. Everyone says I’m the prettiest girl in the school, so I think I’ll definitely win. What do you think?”
    Calvin’s cheeks colored. “I think you’re very pretty,” he said. “I think Tillie is the prettiest girl in the school, though.”
    Instead of some withering retort, Tillie’s cheeks reddened to the point where I worried she would pass out. She was embarrassed … and pleased. It was a side of Aunt Tillie I’d never seen. It was almost charming.
    “She’s not pretty,” Willa scoffed. “I’m pretty.”
    “Yes, we know,” Tillie said, finally finding her voice. “You tell yourself that every morning when you look in the mirror.”
    “That’s a lie!”
    “I’ve seen you do it,” Tillie argued.